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Seized, confined, captive. Six years of my youth were spent that way. In juvenile detention, many lost hope. For me, being locked away was an impetus for revenge and for the vow that once I got out, I would punish those who took my freedom.
In order to regain control, we must sometimes relinquish it. By doing so, we believe we are protecting the ones we love, the ones we cannot live without. But the most dangerous truth of all is that control is merely an illusion.
Grace is at the core of tragedy, for if there’s no height at which to drop, no pride taken in a life lived, you have nothing to lose. But once in the freefall of disgrace, the only way to change the momentum is to use it to your advantage.
When my father was in prison, he wrote in his journals about how the value of life can be directly measured by our will to endure. That we have a remarkable ability to resist fatigue, to withstand pain, to keep fighting, as long as we don’t lose sight of what we’re fighting for.
Growing up, my father said the ocean was a great escape. As time passed, I also learned that its great expanse holds greater secrets and the ability to hold mine. And that like love, it is at its heart fluid, powerful, and sometimes violent. But in its harshest reality, the ocean is a barrier separating you from those you love.
Love built on lies is an arduous endeavour, for wherever passion and treachery meet, dissolution begins. Still, we fight to hold our ground in the emptiness, ignoring the fact that every relationship, even the ones we cherish, inevitably dies.
When I was a child, my father woke me every morning with the same phrase: ‘Life is a great sunrise.’ The words shaped the way I saw the dawn, but after my father was taken from me, the morning sun burned like fire. That’s when I learned what hatred was and that it would greet me each day to come.
Of all the weapons we take into battle there is none more powerful than the mind. It holds our instincts and our training. It allows us to distinguish friend from foe, love from hate. But if that weapon is unsound, it is by no means disarmed. For the mind is all the more dangerous when damaged and there’s no guarantee that it won’t choose itself as its next victim.